One morning I found myself at a track meet in Buff Bay, where I was invited to watch one of the neighbourhood kids race. Several hundred students from schools in the area race every year. Running is kind of a big deal ’round here.
The cliffs at Frenchman’s Cove, plantain chips disguised in a travel case for secret eating, and the perfect, private little deck.
Choosing some fish with the lovely Rosie at Likkle Porti. Mrs. Snapper, Ms. Grunt, and Mr. Parrot, thanks so much for coming to dinner!